If only she could walk a mile, or even a step for that matter, in her daddy's shoes she would see there is plenty of time for growing up. She would realize being a kid as long as you can is a great privilege and should be enjoyed. That paying bills, driving cars, and staying up late isn't so fun after all. She would see it is long days of always doing what people tell you to because you always work for someone, that daddy's boots are significant because daddy's job though small and tasking to him, is of great importance to this country. That life isn't easy. That people change, things changes, and people grow apart. She would see a world driven by vanity, rather than fun discoveries each new day, as she does now. But she would be thankful for her youth and enjoy it, and hopefully not rush to grow up too fast. She would be thankful for she would see the love and faithfulness of God just by creating her. She would see His mercy, grace, kindness, forgiveness, and His salvation. Sometimes the thought of her growing up just breaks my heart, but the possibilities also excite me beyond measure. I know my God is faithful and I trust He will bring her to Him. But for now I will rest content that she cannot yet walk in daddy's shoes and love the thrill she gets from just standing in them.